Chapter 16 I'll Only Kill

The bloodthirsty cold light made Mo Huayue frown a little, but she only frowned, and in the next second, she returned to her normal color, and also showed a smug smile, no longer hiding the majesty of being the most worthy genius cultivator of the Mo family, and said domineeringly: "I just have to get the Tenglong Pill, and you can play the rest, and I will carry everything!"

"Hehe" waited for such a positive answer, Qin Mu looked around the entire ring with a grim smile and said coldly: "Then kill it!

"Hehe, then kill!" Guan Zhuyi's evil eyes flashed with an abnormal light, and with a terrifying white face, it became even more terrifying. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The three of them showed a weird smile at the same time, which was matched with the peerless face of Mo Huayue, who was in the prime of life beside him, forming a stark contrast!

Mo Huayue had a strange idea in her heart at this time, these three people can recover the broken memories, maybe they can really help themselves regain the championship, and she doesn't know the so-called plan at all, could it be that they have thought of any countermeasures in the past ten days?

As soon as he thought of this, he glanced at Huang Fuyi, who was diagonally opposite to Huangfu Yi with a masculine and righteous face. Huang Fuyi also felt her gaze, but he just nodded politely, and without much communication, he continued to explain with the three peak martial artists he had chosen!

Eight groups of contestants around the ring are in full swing to prepare.

The Great War is about to begin.

It's time for the show!

Sure enough, without waiting for everyone to discuss for long, Xuan Rui Zhenren floated up, floating in the air, looking at the eight groups of players around the ring, his eyes were full of the majesty of a palm, and he said in a deep voice: "The principle of this gambling battle is that the disciples of Jiuwang Mountain are absolutely not allowed to use pills or other things to forcibly improve the strength of the cultivators of the Martial Realm, so you must think clearly, don't make a big mistake because of your own selfish interests and lard!"

None of the eight groups of contestants on the side of the ring changed the slightest bit because of this threatening words, and everyone knew that although the pills were good, not all pills were good for people. If it is a seedling-fueled use of pills to forcibly improve cultivation, it is no less than asking for death, and Jiuwang Mountain is the first immortal gate of the Dalan Empire, who knows what magical spells they have to seduce souls and attract dreams, once they find out, the consequences are unimaginable, so no one here dares to do such a thankless thing, and those genius monks in the Qin state of mind will not do such a self-defeating thing!

However, among the twenty-four martial artists who were able to come here, none of them had absolute confidence in their own strength, and in any city, they were probably all well-known martial arts cultivation geniuses, and they had entered the peak of the Mortal Martial Realm before the age of twenty, and this kind of person's temperament could no longer be viewed with ordinary eyes! All of them came out of the bloody storm and died nine lives.

In the world of martial artists, talent and character are two indispensable elements!

Xuan Rui Zhenren said in a deep voice: "Theoretically, today is a day of great joy for all, and there should be no blood, but since this time it is a gambling fight, it is inevitable that there will be some injuries, and there may even be accidents! However, as the head of Jiuwang Mountain and a monk who pursues the Great Dao, he should say more here! The rules do not talk about life and death, only about victory and defeat, but I still hope that you can take this gambling fight as a kind of experience, a kind of competition, not killing, not hatred!" If you can, try not to kill the killer, so that the blessed land of Jiuwang Mountain will be less contaminated with blood and more auspicious!"

"Yes, follow the instructions of the master!" The eight Qin Mind Monks on the side of the ring leaned over at the same time, their voices were sonorous and powerful, and their enthusiasm was high! Although the remaining twenty-four contestants did not understand the etiquette of Jiuwang Mountain, they still possessed themselves and said a word, their voices were more or less cold, and they were a little less enthusiastic!

Qin Mu and the three of them were still immersed in Xuan Rui Zhenren's admonition, his meaning was obvious, the rules allowed death, but he didn't want death! This was obviously contrary to the idea that the three of them planned to kill and stop fighting, and it would also make them become timid in battle, which was not conducive to exerting their true strength!

Mo Huayue obviously understood this truth, and after thinking about it for a while, her eyes flashed coldly, as if she had made up her mind, her lips moved slightly, and her voice appeared in the minds of Qin Mu and the others: "Don't worry! Go according to your plan, I will carry everything!"

Qin Mu and the three of them were stunned for a moment, and they all turned their heads to look at her, not because the other party was so strong today, but because it was the first time they felt the legendary transmission of thoughts, and they were unconsciously a little surprised in their hearts!

At this time, Xuan Rui Zhenren in the sky said again: "Okay! The rules of this gambling game adopt a one-game elimination system, eight groups of pairs are divided into four groups, and the pairing method is selected by the eight Qin Mind Disciples themselves, and every two groups are selected in the form of three to three melee survival of the fittest, and the winner of the final team is promoted, the loser is eliminated, and so on, the champion is selected!"

Hearing this, Mo Huayue suddenly smiled and said excitedly: "It turned out to be a scuffle! good! good! good!" shouted three times in a row, which showed the joy in his heart! In her opinion, the strength of Qin Mu, Zhuyi, Guan Zhuqing, and the three of them is between the two of them, if they have to divide the winner, she is not easy to judge, but because the strength of the three is about the same, and they have been running together for so long, it is the most suitable for the melee, even if they encounter an opponent who is too strong in a certain team, they can also use the strength of the three of them to defeat the opponent, which is undoubtedly the best way to fight for the three of them!

"Qin Mu, you and my sister have been fighting side by side for the past two years, and this time I can finally join forces with you!I'm looking forward to it!" The slender evil eyes were surging with dark light, and Guan Zhuyi had a terrible evil smile on his face, in the past, he fought instinctively through his broken memory, unstable mind and internal force, this time his memory recovered, he was conscious, and naturally it was more terrifying, and the battle would be more handy, and the danger was naturally greater!

"Don't hold me back, I have to win the championship this time!" Qin Mu still had a cold and expressionless face, his eyelids didn't lift, and he stood there quietly! After many years of cold and iron-like heart, he no longer knew how to deal with others, and in his cold heart, he didn't talk about the scene, he would only tell the truth!

Fortunately, Guan Zhuyi and Guan Zhuqing both have a similar temperament to him, and they don't care about this straightforward and even unpolite way of speaking, otherwise no one can stand him!

"Hehe" Guan Zhuyi, whose pale cheeks, showed a hint of evil smile, and his eyes lit up and said: "When it's time for me to make a move in the end, I will definitely surprise you!"

Before he could make other moves, he was attracted by an evil voice in his ear: "Senior Sister Mo, on this auspicious day, why don't we start this well, let them show their hands a few little to help you seniors from afar?"

At a glance, the person who spoke was Shentu Minghao, who was dressed in a black robe, with gloomy and terrifying eyes and a face as white as snow, although with a smile, it made people feel like they were in a haunted house, and they were creepy.

"Hmph, as you wish!" Mo Huayue snorted coldly, turned her head and ordered: "You treat them well for me!"

"Okay!" Guan Zhuyi seemed to be so excited that he couldn't help himself, with a roar, his legs bent slightly, his feet stared into the sky, and he fell heavily on the side of the ring with a "bang".

Guan Zhuqing was worried that his younger brother would have an accident, so he followed closely, his body was like ink, turning into phantoms, and ghostly appeared beside Guan Zhuyi, his wrist moved slightly, and a dagger appeared between his fingers.

For this battle, she re-used her most handy dagger weapon, which was obtained from the Imperial God Cult, thin as cicada wings, light as silk, and sharpened iron as clay, which can be regarded as a top-notch divine weapon.

Qin Mu didn't rush up, but turned his head to look at Mo Huayue, and said calmly: "Remember, I won't compete in martial arts, I will only kill people!"

After speaking, he jumped up, and went to the high platform, without the domineering of the bamboo clothes, without the unpredictable body of the bamboo green, and there was simply calm! The calm was a little terrible! In this kind of place where talented martial artists with great backgrounds gathered, he did not lose a little weight, but made those monks feel that he was extraordinary.

The warriors' battles were different from the fights of the Qi Refining Cultivators, their battles were more brutal and bloody, highly skillful, more exciting, and blood-surging than others.

Even most of the monks who entered the Fengchu Realm by refining qi couldn't beat a top-level mortal martial artist, just because the martial artist's body was stronger, and the development rate and utilization rate were higher, which was much stronger than those monks who simply fought with qi!

In the world of cultivation, the strength and realm of the monk in the early stage are not equal, just like any martial realm can be overturned to enter the Fengchu realm monk with refining qi, it is because the warrior's ability to fight is too strong, and the warrior will win the battle of life and death!

Martial artists are the warriors who are truly born for battle, and Qi refining cultivators are only pursuing the ethereal realm avenue!